distracted and a little drunk. head-bobbing to gettin' born in the state of mississippi, papa was a copper and a mama was a hippie... i get lost and find my way in between driving guitars and ball kicking drums. i'm the headbanging mass. the single lit match, nodding yes...i know...i understand....it all makes perfect sense, what the drums answer to the stinging guitar. what can take you on a better trip other than jose and some chili peppers at 10:02 pm?